The white light..

I looked at that white light continuously admist all darkness without blinking my eyes. I didnt want to lose hope. I believed in miracles. I knew my smile was going to come back soon.

Suddenly HE kept his hand on my head and said, “Get up child!Its too late. You need some sleep. Don’t hope for the things that are not worth you. You are precious.”

I looked at HIM with my moist eyes and smiled, “But still I dont want to lose my hope.” And I again started staring at that white light…

Published in: on March 24, 2008 at 5:55 pm  Comments (3)  

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  1. hey tweety,
    i haven’t read a philosophical blog as abstract as this one yaar. Am just as much perplexed after reading it as I was (in anticipation) before…

  2. You match O. Henry with those twists & turns…

    I am sure you would like this story

  3. Hope is good. Patience is good. But beyond a point it’s cowerdice! Well written!

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